Ooookay.........
Nov. 5th, 2008 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
patgundSO does not float my twinkie......
Sarah Palin Erotica (NSFW or lunch)
"The frown lines deepened when she thought of what Bristol and Levi would probably be up to after the game. If it was anything like those early years with Todd, she’d know exactly who to blame for the shrinking glaciers in Denali. It always took more than a few beers, but once Todd’s young eyes sparkled dully, she was in for a mauling worse than any a park ranger might describe in mixed company. Lot would have blushed at some of the things she’d let him do to her back then when they were dumb kids trying to avoid the family way.
Naturally, their ignorant fumbling had paid off with their first child. So he shipped off for half a year to drill for oil, and it hadn’t been the same since. She didn’t know what those boys got up to at the head of the pipeline, but whatever it was, Todd only came back drained. Sure, Trig was still a baby, but that was nearly two years ago.
Her descent into sinful nostalgia was broken when the cell phone rang. It was just her chief of staff, and she clicked ignore with a heavy sigh. If it was important business, he knew to call her personal number. She loved Alaska, but Alaskans? Few could spell “discretion.” Understanding it was a lot to ask.
It was only six, but it had been dark for a while. With a cup of chamomile tea, she walked through the big, empty house, making sure everything was in proper order. All was well until she spotted dust on the buck, bear and beaver trophies in Todd’s den. She punched a note into her BlackBerry reminding herself to scold the cleaning lady, maybe even dock her pay. “Those papists and their work ethic,” she clucked knowingly, having escaped through force of ambition.
Tired of pecking aimlessly, she retired to the living room, grabbing the remote and falling back into the cushions of the sectional. She flicked on the set but kept it muted. CSPAN replayed an Obama speech from Iowa. The heartland was a bastion of christendom, she thought, but apparently even there the atheists and homosexuals had run roughshod. She took solace that those lower 48’s will be hard pressed to find comfort in her state come the calamity if they elected some jihadi."
Sarah Palin Erotica (NSFW or lunch)
"The frown lines deepened when she thought of what Bristol and Levi would probably be up to after the game. If it was anything like those early years with Todd, she’d know exactly who to blame for the shrinking glaciers in Denali. It always took more than a few beers, but once Todd’s young eyes sparkled dully, she was in for a mauling worse than any a park ranger might describe in mixed company. Lot would have blushed at some of the things she’d let him do to her back then when they were dumb kids trying to avoid the family way.
Naturally, their ignorant fumbling had paid off with their first child. So he shipped off for half a year to drill for oil, and it hadn’t been the same since. She didn’t know what those boys got up to at the head of the pipeline, but whatever it was, Todd only came back drained. Sure, Trig was still a baby, but that was nearly two years ago.
Her descent into sinful nostalgia was broken when the cell phone rang. It was just her chief of staff, and she clicked ignore with a heavy sigh. If it was important business, he knew to call her personal number. She loved Alaska, but Alaskans? Few could spell “discretion.” Understanding it was a lot to ask.
It was only six, but it had been dark for a while. With a cup of chamomile tea, she walked through the big, empty house, making sure everything was in proper order. All was well until she spotted dust on the buck, bear and beaver trophies in Todd’s den. She punched a note into her BlackBerry reminding herself to scold the cleaning lady, maybe even dock her pay. “Those papists and their work ethic,” she clucked knowingly, having escaped through force of ambition.
Tired of pecking aimlessly, she retired to the living room, grabbing the remote and falling back into the cushions of the sectional. She flicked on the set but kept it muted. CSPAN replayed an Obama speech from Iowa. The heartland was a bastion of christendom, she thought, but apparently even there the atheists and homosexuals had run roughshod. She took solace that those lower 48’s will be hard pressed to find comfort in her state come the calamity if they elected some jihadi."
